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Buccellati wasn't a proud man. Hadn't Risotto known he was Polpo's replacement and he would have expected him to be some harmless bastard with a very normal job. That was what made Risotto's gut clench the hardest. He was likeable, he had pleasant manners (even though there were some rumours about his interrogation methods) and a decided gaze. It wasn't the proud mug Risotto was used to see in Polpo.
That made him wonder why was that man even in charge. Polpo was ruthless, selfish and arrogant, which made him for a fearsome superior, and just by looking at Buccellati, he could tell that man was a bleeding heart. He was sure the other could put a fight, but it would only take to risk the lives of civilians to tie him down. His territory might as well be controled by la Squadra to put some order. They did more than him and his little team, anyways.
He had been so focused on his thoughts he hadn't noticed the bulk of information that had been passed down to him: A thick folder filled with targets and information about them. The grimy man that controlled the information team had left inky fingerprints all over it and Risotto couldn't believe someone as incompetent in keeping his own biometric data away from the other's could be in charge of anything. He skimmed through the pages, some capos provided information on traitors under their guard to be assasinated, because getting on other capo's turf to gather information wasn't a good idea. Even when they had to murder someone under the Boss' orders, the assassination squad was sure to be met with resistance from every team under that capo.
That organization was a mess.
His eyes scanned Buccellati once again and the other man caught his gaze, gave him a once-over look and didn't change change his demeanor nor appeared intimidated in the slightest; if anything, he looked amused by te way the corners of his mouth turned up just enough to form the shadow of a smile. The reunion was dismissed and the men left the room little by little, getting out of the building throu different exist so not to rise suspicion.
Bruno remained in the room, chatting with Pericolo as if they hadn't been discussing what to do with the men who were trying to slip under the rugh their debts with Passione. He had said he'd give them one last warning or he'd kill them himself, but it all sounded like lies. He just didn't want the Assasination squad on his zone, and it was pretty obvious.
To Risotto, he had no backbone and all his usefulness was summarized in being Polpo's lap dog.
Pericolo left the room and Buccellati followed behind, leaving Risotto alone. The man took the folder and tucked it into a briefcase before standing up as well but then noticed that the door had been locked. Metallica melted the handle useless, as what kept it closed wasn't any tangible system.
"You can try and force it open, but I'd advise you against it." Buccellati slid in through a gaping zipper on the wall. Risotto turned to face Bruno, using his imposing figure to corner him.
"What do you want, Buccellati?" He couldn't completely conceal the annoyance on his voice.
"You are not subtle, do you know that? How can an assasin survive shooting those obvious glares?"
"How can a church boy survive on the mafia?"
Bruno let out a low laugh. "I am glad that there is at least one honest person in Passione. I have never encountered someone who dared to say that to my face."
"That's pretty cocky, coming from someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. I know the way you operate, do you think this is a charity?"
Bruno smiled with suspicious pacefulness.
"You know, Risotto?" Bruno tried to place his hand on the other man's chest but it was stopped by the wrist. Bruno raised his hand instead. " Among the two of us, you are the only one who has given a piece of his mind..." He licked his lips before using his trapped arm to push Risotto against the wall. "But such bluntness is to be expected from the assasination team. I can't say I hate it, though."
"Test me, and you end up dead, Buccellati." The red irises dug holes through Bruno's skull and maybe caught a glimpse of a sweat droplet slipping from Bruno's temple, but hidden by his perfectly styled bobcut.
"Scary" Bruno replied, without a bit of emotion. "But you'd get the worst out of it. I've been in Passione for long, I know the names of the past assasination team members. It wouldn't be the first time a whole team has been wiped for insubordination, Risotto... And I don't think they would take my death too well, taking into account I'm the one settling all of Polpo's business and bringing more cash to the organization..."
"What are your intentions." A demand, not a question.
"I'm just trying to make peace. I know some of your targets are on my turf but your squad isn't welcome there..." Bruno looked at him through his lashes. His hand was still on a Risotto's death grip but his elbow kept the taller man pressed against the wall through his sternum. It wasn't like he didn't know the man could overpower him through sheer physical force, but for now he wanted to test the situation. "And they would get noticed. We know every single outsider that dares to step in Naples." Bruno bent his wrist so that the back of his hand caressed against the base of Risotto's neck. "And I can't allow disturbance in my district. It would be much easier for me to dispose of them myself, but then again I would be stealing the reward from your squad." Bruno pushed against Risotto's force until he reached and grabbed the other man's neck. He didn't press, just let his hand rest atop of it. "Even though you're blunt, I know you are a smart man. Don't you think it would be easier to get my favour?"
"All of this to ask for sex like a slut" Risotto bit back.
"I caught on the way you were looking at me during the debrefing. I bet you think of me as a weakling." Bruno bent his head down for a second, letting out a sigh that sounded like a laugh. His hair barely brushed against Risotto's chest. "But I think you are mistaking my politeness for that." For a second, a wicked glint showed in Bruno's eyes and Risotto moved on reflex, pushing Bruno backwards as he moved his hand away from his neck.
Bruno locked him in place moving his right leg inbetween Risotto's legs. He tried not to be too obvious, but it was hard not to show a victorious smile when the taller man had frozen in place, tense and terrified of being caught.
"Tension gets the best of you, I see. I could grow fond of your fashion sense if all your garments are so obvious." Bruno's eyes moved from Risotto's obvious boner to the dark eyes trained on him.
"Do you know?" Bruno continued. "I'm already being more than leninent with your team, as one of your subordinates likes to mess with one of mine." Bruno slipped a finger under Risotto's harness. "I can't blame him, you could say we have similar tastes even". He pulled lightly from the gear. "But I don't like assasins running around." He released the straps, letting them clash against Risotto's chest with a dull noise. "What will you do, Risotto Nero?"
The man tried to keep his cool but he was painfully aware of the pressure of Bruno's thigh against his crotch, and he hadn't ignored Bruno's own erection. Those blue eyes kept him in place even when he wasn't pressed against the wall and for a secod the way Bruno looked at Risotto reminded him of the hungry stare Prosciutto shot him right before going out in search of Bruno's police hound.
Risotto pushed Bruno until he was resting against the table, and then dropped to his knees. Bruno ran his fingers through the white locks to guide the pace.